Ace: Easy Money

 

 

“Ace, you alright.”

“Yeh, Mr. Whitaker. I’m ok,” God I hate the sound of his voice.

“Ok, I just want to make sure we are taking care of our superstar. I never got a chance to thank you formally for telling us about Kianna. You saved the company a lot of money by tipping us off to her stealing. We are still doing an investigation on her, but we are thankful for the information you provided,” he said smiling.

“Mr. Whitaker, one thing I can’t stand is someone who steals from their job.”

Mr. Whitaker had no clue that I was the person who convinced Kianna to steal. Any minute now Droop is going to text me to tell me the money is in the bank. I can’t lie it took more time than I thought to talk Kianna into stealing, but I succeeded. I was living proof that if you believe it, you can achieve it.

The way I met Kianna was like divine intervention from the Game Lord himself. Honestly, she had been working at the job for months, and I never noticed her. The day I met her I was arguing with December on the phone in the break room, and I thought nobody could hear me. When I finished arguing she sat down right next to me and asked me was I ok. At first, I paid no attention to her. She was just another one of my many admirers at the job who wanted to be anotha on the hitlist.

Kianna was a charity case at best and had no shot at ever being with a someone as fly as myself. She had no self-confidence, she couldn’t dress, her manicure was cheap, her weave hair was knockoff quality, and she had no clue of what it took to be with a man of my status. I thought to myself her man must be insecure or doesn’t pay attention to her. Something had to be wrong with him to let her come to work looking like this.

Either way from the day I met her I knew Kianna would be my personal ATM. I started complimenting her so that she would come out of her shell. Before, I knew it Kianna was spilling her soul to me about how bad her husband treats her. I guess she figured I had relationship issues, so she felt comfortable telling me about her man troubles. Truthfully, December and I ain’t really have problems like that. Most of our arguments were simply because our styles of communication were different. We always took what each other said out of context and that caused the craziest fights.

Kianna was so excited to talk about her unhealthy relationship that I manufactured a fucked-up relationship just to find common ground with her. The first rule of hustling is to find an angle. The more fucked up shit I told her about this mystery woman named Candice in New Orleans, the more comfortable she got. Kianna desired to be the hero, and I was only being a gentleman by letting her. I would’ve got her to steal sooner, but every time I tried her husband would get in the way by doing something stupid like showing her how much he really cared.

Six weeks ago, I came into work with a sad face. Kianna kept asking me what’s wrong. I told her I needed to get my hand on some money because I just found out I had a 6-year-old son. Then I gave her the kill shot by telling her my baby momma was trying to send me to jail for back child support. I don’t even have kids but shit it sounded good. I learned the game from my cousin Curtis’s dad. He used to always tell us that a good lie mirrors the truth. That nigga was such a good liar he made my momma fall in love with him when I was ten. He left my auntie for my momma. Ever since then our mothers stopped speaking. My whole family treated my mother as an outcast after that, and we never went around them again. I hadn’t seen Curtis in years. The last time I even spoke to him was back when I was dating his homegirl Jasmine, and even then, our conversation was one of hostility.

Kianna heard my sad story and decided she would do whatever it took to keep me from going to jail. Next thing I know I was teaching her how to steal customer profiles from the work computer. I told her how to do the screenshots, what to say if she got caught, and what accounts to target. I set up a dummy email account and told her never to text me again. If we were going to pull this off, we couldn’t have any open communication that linked us together. I spent months setting Kianna up for this job, but finally, I pulled it off. She brought me the profiles, and I went and snitched on her, so the job wouldn’t need to do an investigation. I don’t feel bad because she is married and should have never been flirting with me.

I never thought in a million years this delusional bitch Kianna would take my phone off my desk and message December. I’m still trying to figure out to this day what possessed her to do that. My momma always told me “God don’t like ugly.” Now I lost December for good. My thoughts were interrupted by my work phone ringing. I didn’t start work for 10 minutes so how was I getting a call.

“Thank you for contacting Act One Home Lenders; my name is Ace how may I help you.”

“Ace, finally I got to reach you.”

“Kianna?”

Why the hell was she calling my work phone? What the hell did she want?

“Yeh, I was just calling to make sure you are ok?” she sounded concerned.

“Yeh, I’m fine. Don’t call this phone no more,” was she serious.

“Don’t do me like that I told December the truth that nothing happened. I just want to make sure you are ok. If you need anything, I’m here for you.”

“Look, I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but I don’t want you.”

“What you mean?” she started crying.

“Look, you ain’t figured this all out by now? Everything I told you was a lie. I have a girlfriend, and we are getting married soon as I fix this mess you created. Now leave me alone.”

“So, this how you do me; after I risk my job for you. What about the money? You gone go to jail for child support.”

I started laughing, “I ain’t got no kids. You need to tend to ya husband and bother him. I’m a say this one time and one time only. I’m sorry you thought we had something, but we had nothing. You don’t even know me in real life. Now get the fuck off my phone.”

“Oh, I get it. December is gone, and now you are getting rid of me. I guess the new girl you living with got you acting like this. She not gone make you hap….” I hung up on her.

I walked over to Tish desk furiously.

“Tish, did you tell yo crazy ass friend to call me at work?”

“Huh, what?”

“Don’t play dumb. I’ll get you fired just like Kianna.”

“Oh, you are talking about Kianna. Yeh, she said she needed a reference for a new job, so I told her to call you.”

“Don’t ever do that.”

“Damn, Ok!” she said with an attitude.

How the hell did Kianna know I was staying with another woman already? This situation was too much. I had to go to Mr. Whitaker and get my work phone number changed and my work email. I’m a just tell him a crazy ass customer got a hold of it and kept calling me. Why did I risk my relationship over this dumb shit?

“Ace, you may want to look out the window man.”

“What? Byron, what are you talking about?”

He started pointing to the window. “Your car man!”

I walk over to the window, and I see a tow truck hooking up to my car. Shit, this day keeps getting worse and worse. I run outside as fast as I could. The tow truck driver is just about to drive off when I run to his door.

“What the fuck you doing with my car?”

“Your car sir. This car belongs to a December Touissant, and she contacted us to come pick it up for her. She said she can't afford the payments and we can come pick the car up.”

December, “Nah man, that’s my car I pay the note on it.”

“Is your name on the title too because we only see December’s name.”

I forgot December had put the car in her name because I had very bad credit.

“Shit man just take it.”

I walked back up to my desk. Everyone in the office was staring at me. I know they were talking shit about me because this was a messy ass call center. I needed to try and call December to get my car back. I unlocked my phone and read the text.

“You want your car back. Come home, and I'll think about it, NIGGA!”

Fuck, another problem I had to deal with. Shit, it has been three weeks since I left December. I still wanted to be with her, but I didn’t want to play games with her. We are grown-ups, and I get that I hurt her, but if she wanted me, then she should say it. I already apologized for what I did to her, and if she wanted to move on then, that's what the fuck she needed to do. Now she took my car and the whole office is laughing at me. Shit, I gotta go get that car tho. I take out the phone and call my baby brother.

“Carter, I need a favor bro.”

“What is it?”

“I need you to take me to December to place so I can get my car.”

“All this pussy out here and you still crying over December. Fasho, on eastside where you at?”

“I’m at work foolie. Come get me man.”

“Bet, give me 2 hours I gotta drop some dick off to this new sexy ass Latina at work, and I’ll be there.”

“Hahaha, fuckin savage. Bet I’ll be waiting.”

I hung up the phone with my brother and went back to work. He showed up two hours later with one of the baddest Mexican broads I had ever seen. He drove me over to December house and let me out.

“Aye, man you want me to wait,” Carter said.

“Nah, I got it from here. Plus, I see you busy with her fine ass hahaha.”

I love my baby brother; he was a fool. Curtis pops really taught us the art of macking and my baby brother was probably his best student. Shit, I could use a lesson from him right now. Let me get this over with.

I walk to the front door nervous as hell. My heart was beating, and I started to sweat. Why couldn’t I just walk away from December and forget her? I started to knock on the door but before I could knock the door opened. December waste no time grabbing the back of my neck and placing her tongue in my mouth. The last time I saw December was three weeks ago. I almost forgot how soft her lips are. My insides were burning for her. The room was so dark my hands had to do the seeing for my eyes. I rub my hands across every inch of her coconut oil soaked soft skin. She put on some stress weight in all the right places, and her body was feeling good. She grips my manhood through my work slacks. She pushes me on the couch and pulls my pants down to my ankles. She takes her wife-beater off and rests her breast on my thighs. She takes the tip of her tongue and begins to tease me slowly. I close my eyes, and she takes her right hand and starts to stroke her favorite part of me up and down before taking all of me in her mouth.

“Damn December!”

She didn’t say a word she just kept on going to work. Nobody on earth could compare to December sexually. It was her nature to please first and right now she was putting on a show. With every motion of her head up and down I got closer to my eruption.

“Oh shit, I can’t take it no more. I’m bout to cum!” I scream out loud. All of a sudden December just stops. “Why you stop?”

She walked over to the other side of the room and turned on the lights. “Ace, you gotta go.”

“What you mean you asked me to come over here?”

“Yeh, nigga and now I’m telling yo cheating ass you gotta leave,” she yelled.

“Yo, why you yelling the neighbors…”

“Fuck the neighbors. Was you thinking bout the neighbors when you was talking to that bitch Kianna?”

“Damn, I thought we were past that.”

“Past what? Nigga it has been three weeks since the shit happened. I haven’t talked to you, I haven’t seen you, and now you talking bout getting past that. No, I ain’t past shit. I’m past due for fucking Kianna up.”

“For the last time. I keep telling you it wasn’t like that.”

“Pull ya pants up and get the fuck out. Have that bitch finish sucking ya dick.”

“Where the fuck I’m supposed to go? I don’t have a car.”

“Well Mr. Hustla, tell that bitch to buy you a car since you were getting money out of her,” she started laughing.

“You really going to do me like that after all we been through?” I asked.

“ALL WE BEEN THROUGH! I should fuck you up. You hurt me, and I would never cheat on you,” she breaks down crying.

She was right I did hurt her, but she was lying about the cheating on me. When we first started dating, we went to my friend Droop’s engagement party. She asked me to plug her phone up in the room, so I did. While I was plugging the phone up, it rang. The name Nick popped up. I wasn’t tripping because we had only been dating two months and I wasn’t fucking her yet. I figured she just had some “unfinished business” with the dude. I sat the phone down and then a text message popped up with a picture. It was a foreign dude I couldn’t tell what race he was.

Under the photo, it read,

“We been hanging out all this time, sleeping together, going on vacation, and out to eat and this how you do me. You can’t pick up the phone. I thought we had something special.”

I didn’t make a big deal out of it. I just deleted the text and put the phone back down. I didn’t want to jeopardize our potential relationship by looking like a stalker who goes through phones anyway.

That text didn’t bother me nearly as much as her behavior when we first started becoming serious. Before we lived together, she would always leave my apartment at 10:00 pm because she needed to get rest for work in the morning. Every night she would call me when she got home and tell me she was going to sleep. So, one night I decided to follow her home. Just like routine, she called me to say she made it home safe. I hung up the phone and waited outside of her house for 30 minutes when a car pulled up. I recognized the face in the car it was her ex-boyfriend. We had a lot of mutual friends, and word had got around he was upset about me dating his woman. I thought nothing of it because exes always pop up like roaches when they find out you moved on. I gave her the benefit of the doubt because they were together for a long time and she probably needed closure. A woman can’t truly be happy with her new man until she has closure from her old man. The last thing I needed was her bringing her hatred for him to our relationship.

I watched her get in the car, and to my heartbreak, she kissed him. With tears in my eyes, I watched them drive off together. Three hours later he dropped her back off wearing his basketball shorts and his hoodie. I had called her while she was gone, but her phone went straight to voicemail. I asked her about her phone going straight to voicemail, and she told me that she keeps it on “do not disturb” so she could sleep. Until this day, I still question her randomly about communicating with her ex and she always makes something up. I never said anything to her even when her ex-boyfriend got bitter over being officially cut off.

I didn’t want to risk losing December, so I decided to commit to her. I officially broke up with my girlfriend Jasmine, and I cut off my side chick Melody. I took the money I saved up and got December and me a place together. December posted a picture of us on Facebook in celebration and tagged me in it. Her ex-boyfriend’s sister was still December’s friend on Facebook, so she must have shown her brother. A few hours after the photo was posted I got a random inbox message of screenshots and pictures from her ex-boyfriend. The screenshots were conversations between December and him. December had basically told her ex-boyfriend she was cutting him off and they couldn’t sleep together anymore. She even told him how much she loved him, but his inability to want to marry her and start a family was a deal breaker.

He wrote to me, “She only with you because I let her be. Enjoy her she ain’t faithful, and she will always love me.”

Every day since I read that shit it bothered me. I never felt that I was good enough for her after that. In the back of my mind she wanted him and settled for me, and that really fucked up our relationship. If I had come at her about the screenshots, she would’ve flipped it on me and told me I was overreacting. I decided that day to forgive her and move on. It was early in our relationship, and I could excuse the mistake because of that. She may have cheated in the beginning, but I knew for a fact she cut everyone off for me now.

“You see me crying, and you got nothing to say Ace? Look at how you got me. I cut everyone off for you the minute we started dating, and this is how you do me?”

“Babe it was a mistake.”

I so desperately wanted to retaliate and tell her that I knew she was lying from the beginning but the way her pride was set up it would have just made things worse. One thing about women like December their character is everything. They live based on other people’s perception. She couldn’t continue living if she was labeled anything other than a child of God. If word got out that we broke up because December cheated it would be the end of her world. She would have flipped her cheating on me, made herself innocent, and then probably made my life miserable because I knew her truth. Outside she was pretty but inside she was ugly just like me.

“Mistake my ass! This why you wouldn’t marry me?”

I just stood there for a while. I didn’t know how to answer that question. I could not tell December I didn’t want to marry her because I didn’t trust her.

“Nah babe, that wasn’t it. I wanna marry you.”

She couldn't take anymore, and she rushed across the room and started punching me. All I could do was grab her and hold her tight.

“Let me go muthafucka. I’m calling the police on you. You wasted my time and then shitted on me for a broke bitch. I was supposed to be ya, damn wife. I put all these damn pics on Facebook and Instagram now I’m a look like a dumb bitch.”

“That’s all this about, looking stupid to others,” soon as I said that shit I knew it was over.

“Fuck this,” she pulled out her cell phone. “Hello, my ex-boyfriend broke into my house and is trying to hurt me.”

“WOW,” I couldn’t believe this shit. “Why you do that?”

“You betta leave now.”

“Alright man if that’s what you want I’m outta here.”

I ran out the house and made it to the bus stop on Crenshaw and Century. It was late as hell, and I’m wearing the wrong colors. God, I hope this bus come soon, or I’m a be target practice. Fuck it, let me call somebody to pick me up. I open my phone, and there was a text message from December.

“Sorry, Ace I overreacted. I’m just hurt, can we meet again tomorrow and just talk.”

I text back, “WTF.”

Man, she was bat shit crazy, but if I was gone get her back, I had to come correct.